This week I actually started two projects - from total non-knittyness to two seems like a gigantic step for me, but that's probably just my head talking.
The first is a second one of these. No not the baby. Well okay, yes the baby. I am in the process of making a second one of those - hopefully just as cute and giggly as the first. But what I meant was this week I started making a second bunny. For the second baby. I might make some hats for them too...or bows...just so each kid has their own special rabbit. What super adorable about this is Emily hasn't really played with the rabbit I made her in awhile, but when I pulled out the big skein of boucle yarn at knit night this week she insisted on cuddling with it. I think that's the sign of some good baby yarn - it's cuddly even before it is anything.
My second project is this. It's a crocheted evening shawl. Looks like it doesn't it? Actually this yarn used to be a different crocheted evening shawl, but when I went back to work on it I had forgotten the pattern and hadn't written it down anywhere. So I frogged the whole thing and started anew with a new pattern. I bought a TON of magazines when Borders closed. Anything that looks remotely pretty I bought. They were 90% off - you would splurge too. So I went through my stash of patterns and picked the River Walk from Interweave Crochet. It's pretty enough. I think it will do nicely for a vanity project.
Also at the close of Borders I bought books I always sorta wanted to read, but not enough to actually actively go out and get it at the store or library. Sarah Vowell had those books. "Assassination Vacation" was the only one they had at the sale so it's the one I got. Honestly, it's not that great. It's quirky and witty and there are some interesting tidbits of information I pick up on, but it feels a little like being forced to see photos of someone else's vacation. It's a travel log. But it's not about the place, it's about the opinion of the author of something that happened at that place. I'm less than hooked 88 pages in.
However, it's my bath book. Does anyone else do this? When Emily takes a bath we splash and play for a little while. I somehow convince her to wash her hair and get clean, then she is no longer interested in playing with me and just wants to swim around on her own. So I sit back against the wall next to the tub and read a book. Usually not anything enthralling, I have one eye on the swimming toddler, but I read. It's about the only time I do. Does this make me a bad mother - oh probably. Whatever. At least I made her a bunny from scratch.